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The Last Conquest of a Dead Man MAG

October 26, 2009
By MayaChristine GOLD, Stocksfield, Other
MayaChristine GOLD, Stocksfield, Other
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A look, a glance, that

Quickly becomes a stare
That lasts until
A step toward
And a smile
Works its way out
From under the depths of a brooding soul
A solemn man, a sailor
Never to return, a last night on shore
And a final conquest.

To know one is the last
Is a privilege
A notch on a belt
A bead on a bracelet
A mile long
And yet, if one was not the last
But the first of many
Would one feel the same
As this single organ in a man's last attempt to be free?

One should like to think this true
But could never, not of a true contender.


The author's comments:
For this piece I was originally inspired by exaggeration, as the first few lines my show, but then I just wrote, and it turned into something different.

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on May. 3 2010 at 11:55 am
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Good poem :)

onlyiz said...
on May. 2 2010 at 2:52 am
onlyiz, Boulder, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
“You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.” - Mark Twain

dude. made me think. awesome. 

on Nov. 12 2009 at 1:35 pm
MayaChristine GOLD, Stocksfield, Other
11 articles 0 photos 28 comments
Thanks! Don't know what a lot of that means, but it's nice to know it's good enough to warrant big words!

on Nov. 9 2009 at 6:20 pm
RitaChristine BRONZE, Metcalfe, Other
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Lovely! There‘s a lot going on here in a short piece. Excellent use of enjambment, rhythm, internal rhyme, anaphora, and rhetorical question. Keep writing!